In a big city. Behind a dinner. Behind a dumpster. Behind another dumpster.

  “I like bananas but I’m no monkey, You know what I mean? Theirs no way I’d let sum punks call me a dirty monkey.” Said a kid wearing ripped blue jeans and a dirty white T-shirt.

  ”oh well I’m sorry.” Punk #1 said sarcastically.

  “Didn’t know I was disrespecting you. It’ll most likely never happen again...bobo.” He says with a smug look.

  The other 2 punks start laughing and slapping five with each other.

  “Hmm ok. Well I do feel sorry for ya face.” Says the kids cracking his knuckles.

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  punk #1, genuinely curious, asks “what you mean bo-“

  “It’s already something only a mother could love. And after I’m done it won’t even be that”

  The kid winds his right arm up as he walks forward to the 3 punks

  Punk #2 & 3 say “ HEY MONKEY!!! THIS AINT WHAT YOU WANT!!! WE’LL F*CK THAT A@S UP!! PAUSE.”

  “Come on Bobo, we don’t have to resort to violence. Tell you what, take that comment back about my mom and we’ll just barely kick your ass.” He says smugly.

  ”I’m strong you know. They say the strong can choose when and when not to fight, the value and purpose behind each fight, and the character of their opponents.” The kid says still coming forward.

  ”But then why do I, a strong person-

  The kid rushes at all three punks and round house kicks all of them through both dumpsters.

  ”NOT HAVE ANY OF THOSE QUALITIES!!”

  The kid stands alone as the victor.